And this man...
Was Ling Fuye, the Peerless Heavenly Pride who had, back then, become the first in the history of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories to last until the third round.
At the time, the immortals of the Ling Clan and the myriad immortals of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories had stood behind him. After every battle, immortals had personally healed his injuries and analyzed the races, talents, and Divine Abilities of the opponents he would face.
Yet he had still suffered an utterly crushing defeat in that battle, his bones and sinews shattered, his Dao Foundation ruined. The cultivation methods of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories had long since fallen an entire era behind those of the Immortal Realm, leaving him ruthlessly suppressed in every respect.
That opponent with the disdainful gaze remained a shadow his Dao heart could not shake to this day. Too strong-so strong that he could not imagine any way to win. That was despair!
The final battle of that generation.
He had gone to watch.
He could no longer make out their figures or comprehend their Dao Arts. All he could discern was that those two already possessed the means to slay immortals then. Before even becoming immortals, their flesh had already attained immortal bodies, and their Rule Power already carried Great Dao Resonance.
Such a terrifying clash of arts was no different from a Tribulation Stage Cultivator of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories battling an immortal. There was no chance of victory.
Even now.
He had seen Wang Qicang's strength, but still saw nothing that could defeat those monsters of the Immortal Realm. Half a day of battle had been enough for him to see through all of Wang Qicang's strength and methods.
Forget it...
That remnant of the Wang Family had